I know there are tons of post-finale stories here. This one is a bit different...

I own nothing to do with Fringe. If I did, Liv wouldn't be in that cell.

If you like this, please review. I've got other chapters in mind.

Olivia Dunham wasn't very surprised when the first voice started. She had heard of agents crossing the line from sanity to insanity while in extreme situations of imprisonment. Sadly she realised what Walter must have experienced to some degree while at St. Claire's.

Suddenly, his voice was there in the dark next to her, as natural as her breathing. She was startled at first, but only for a moment or two. It seemed a likely consequence of her fate.

"Olivia." The familiar lilt to her name both calmed and frightened her.

"Hey, you." If it was possible she thought he was smiling into the dark.

"You can't give up, Liv. You have so much to live for. Advancement at work. Adventures. Travel. Family. Love..." And there it was. The John Scott laundry list of the reasons why Olivia had to endure her heinous state of affairs. She cringed at the last, thinking he was mocking her.

"You don't believe me? Think about it. And ask yourself what brought you here to this world. You already know the answer. And if you stop wallowing in self-pity you'll come up with some possible strategies to escape. You were always a very practical agent, Liv. So what do you have to lose? People are counting on you, Olivia. To perservere and to think...He needs you, Liv, and honestly, you need him too, more than you ever needed me. But enough of that. To compare us would be ridiculous!"

Then there was silence. A normal person would think him gone but she knew better.

Olivia stayed glued to her spot ringing her hands. Waiting.

"I don't think you need an Observer to give you a clue as to what's supposed to happen in your future, Liv. So get thinking!"

She could feel him fade away. She couldn't be sure if his spirit had really been there or if it was all in her head. Did it really matter? What ate at her was the feeling that there would be others.

Heaving a great sigh, she changed position and surrendered herself to the impending need for sleep.